“Americans do not know rest. They know
work and play and all else is hidden behind their willful ignorance. They spit
on fish and teach duck to swim. I am proud of them and their input, their
influence on my life. That is why we have chosen the best of them, to get his
point across and to save the herd.
“I know I do not speak for many when I
say there is no peace for the wicked. They know not what they do only until
after they do it.”
-Dr. Mark Stenson, the H.D.C.
Bastard Nation
Legalize What
American Disease
Deaf Café
Dream Come True
A Void Dance
Moving Picture
Written Water
Map of Europe
PROWORTH
the yesterday of tomorrow
X The
Product of Good is a Product of EVIL
HAPPIE’S DAILY BREAD
10/15/57
Fact brings us
what fiction doesn’t. Which comes first the stove or the oven? Everything will
work out in the everything will work out in the end. Time deserved as money
spent. Write as if you meant to say it, no thought to what might know. Rushing
from the dazzling fascet. Wearing the clown. Suit your case your upset
palindrome. Cease to become in vegetative fruition, no room for vacant stairs
going up coming down. Lesbian potpourri, dividing home and less, expunge or
excuse the drug order referee. Arbitrary armistice, spare feelings of lying on
the cold cold cold. Haven of prismatic subtleties, nineteen left in the early
morning. I told you this wouldn’t calm down and so you turned your bedside to
the cheek and called it neworldordor. NeworlDodor. Nuerldorgy. Members of
constants lend me your penknife as I surely write this down. Things leapt from
a flustered mind across the lot and apon a crumbling billfold. Disaster.
Nuance. Leptosy! I am a stricken mantis of ergonomic proportion. Haven of
prismodic pleasantEAS that haven been a round too long. They like it because
they know they’re right. She doesn’t love herself anymore and never again. It
was lost to the fire in the sky that one, came in and went just like I told it
would. I haven taught you anything if you still don’t know. Everything will
work out in the everything will work out in the everything will work out in the
Synopsis for interviewer
Her eyes were
like sunsets just after lunch. Though she sat only on the other side of the
table she doesn’t realize it’s her I’m thinking of. And how could she? Much
like a version without consideration. . . she’s been around the block a few
times but is tired of the same old schtick if you know what I mean. She’s tried
the lamb and saves room for dessert, I just hope she doesn’t lose taste for a
fine cheese.
Dream
Come True is about what I would have done otherwise, to save the love of my
life I lost twice in similar circumstances, once in the fourties and again in
the seventies. Maybe a sheer coincidence, but of course our like souls
transcend all, ‘meant to be’ type of recursive love story. She she she It’s
like the next miracle on 34th street inasmuch as it is a little bit
for everybody, some intrigue, some thrills, no blood but plenty of nudity; no
penetration. Not even implied. We don’t want them getting ideas of their own.
Blundering
partners, fumbling idiots, full of respect and motivation and nothing else.
Motivated by each others sexual morality.
A
new day, with each open eye. Unoriginal sin, pious bias, I believe in
conspiracy, I am interested in principle, Scarecrow Copcar, Treat me like a
symptom, Down to Earth, up for that. Anachronistic radio, apocalyptic clock.
Landmarks.
Mynot
I
have been awake since before the sunrise and the water from the tap that I
drink from my plastic coke bottle tastes like grape skins. The conspiracy of
reason becomes apparent like the tingle of coarse salt against my lower gum
line. There is certainly too much snow here for the likes of me and our
purposes.
Intimidation
will bless you with destiny and doom in this world, with pain anguish and
discomfort. I take my stand sitting down from where they get hardly arise from
out of me. I know my story better than anyone, I could tell you with my eyes
closed.
I
know what time it is but still am not sure if it is day or night.
There
are people on board who speak to each other without moving their muths. I do
not think that they know that I know, they might not even though its happening,
out of the corner of my eye and I turn my head. It is their voice I know it is,
but their mouths are not open and their lips are not moving. And they speak of
the most mundane matters, like where we’re going and what the time is, I think
its like a self check game. I have no compromise on this trip personally, but
everyone here is welcoming and leisurely as usual, from the passengers to the
attendants so its alright.
We’re
taking a twenty minute break in the magic city for refueling and loading, I’ll
probably step outside for five minutes or so. Why not? We shall certainly see.
Atheism’s Funny
It smells like French fries at S1. Dr.
Dobson is a flight attendant this time. Nobody knows what to think of me as I
appreciate the sunrise. I’ve been there, before approximately the same time
last year.
I
can’t tell if this is the radio version thats of diffused polarity or natural
distortion of the airplane. The nostalgia of safety, clarity is the drug and it
is short lived. I still have the camouflage lighter I bought in Kenmore for
$2.79.
“Y’know, in some
cultures you don’t think until you mind.”
Please take a
moment to familiarize yourself with the surroundings and do not be concerned
with that which you do not understand. Secure your own mask. Safe and in a
coma.
How
can I miss someone I’ve never met? I don’t want to share her sorrows but it’s
hard to argue with regrets.
just goes to show, his bitter and urban
servant serves him both.
The Stanhope
The place was
fully furnished only as she was apart of everything.
I
find myself thinking all the time of someone else. I slit the window and took
the bottom bunk, the dark one, designated the upper for work and design.
It
was as if I had been here my whole life. I began pulling stone figures from a
set of drawers and finding places for each upon the set and above the door. She
pointed and said “does this sound good?” and yet I heard nothing but the
screams of pigs and rice being slaughtered.
She
was outside maintaining the grounds, hacking down invasive plants and watering
edible herbs. The chaos wore by her matched the houndstooth in our eyes, I had
planned on living by myself until she suggested moving in and making it more
comfortable. It proved a venture deserving endless analysis and research.
Someone
moreover has cast a spell on me, I feel it in hindrance and repetition. Long
hallways lined with long hallways lined with long hallways. I made a circuit of
the store looking for electronics and noticed a section that was blocked to the
public.
A
steady breeze passed between the panes of bulletproof glass, sawdust and
snowflakes clogged an inflamed artery in red.
Two
men moved in as we, did leave as we were settling. The place that dreams are
made of also happens to be where are greatest fears, are nightmares, our produced
and manufactured. She was late as usual so I ordered without her, it was packed
so I didn’t even get a drink. What I thought she would like had feta instead of
ricotta.
I
was provoked to leave, out the door and up the street, and found myself
carrying a doggybag, which I had lit up and left on his porch.
I
had taken 205 but someone was already there, and I realized I was supposed to
be up in 304.
VACCUUM SPECIES
I’ve met you
before, you are the true believer. We know it doesn’t matter because its just a
matter of time. We are waiting through hell and high heaven, even though we are
doomed to walk at every expense. Someone is always watching, at any given time,
taken for granted at this point on earth. The legend is key, the symbolism, the
one and only zero repeated to infinity.
You
have your hands in something dirty and that only makes it cleaner. Freedom
tastes better when you’ve had something to lose or to keep, you made that
choice from the very beginning without regret, second thought or question,
those beings obviously different.
Magic
means sharing everything, gray clouds and beards, old world disease and words,
money and filth. I am angry that they’ve never thought of it before. It makes
so much sense just waiting to be fulfilled, escaping extremity to the eye of
the beholder. Pain is a warning, it hurts when its wrong, when the light
touches the smoke and bursts into flame, when the air gets to it when it has
nowhere to go and nothing better to do. We’ve forgotten what the summit looked
like, how many were there and what they accomplished. Yet becoming president
still isn’t what it was eighty-seven years ago.
RED BEEVER, MEET EATOR
Last night was
my first day at the new job and I tell you there’s some real lookers there. I
had my briefcase with me the whole time because I didn’t know where I could put
it down but it was probably the plexiglass that kept me off the fireman pole.
We had watched Sabrina and their office building had an elevator but it wasn’t
much different.
The
night before the band had all the gear set up on stage but I couldn’t find my
bass so they played through the first song without me, I think they were
probably mad at me and had hidden it for some reason. One of the patronsfinally
mentioned that it was in the bathroom so I went and found it, lying
horizontally on the counter all the way to the back, and I think it was
actually my first electric bass, the ESP 5-string that I had given to Ryan
years ago. I don’t remember actually playing any songs that night; I was
distracted by the toilet, the one and only toilet, that was oriented directly
in front of the restroom entrance, without a stall, and the room itself did not
have a door. I thought that was very strange so I guess I must’ve woken up
right then.
My
throat has been sore and crooked for the past twenty four hours or so, I guess
I’m still getting over cancer and subliminal messages, I guess its ironic that
I must inflict inflection of affected infection. My crazy family is here, my
stupid one is there, they know not what they do because they may have thumbs
and pants but they don’t wear glasses.
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